NEW ORLEANS -- Having been in this murky place before -- once, twice, how many friggin' times now? -- we recognize it as the self-serving interval in which Brett Favre wants us to gush and goo over him. It's where we tell him how much we utterly adore him and to not retire, so we may continue to worship his every touchdown pass and gutty performance and not feel as if life is passing us by. When he said after his Sunday night heartbreak in the Superdome that it's "highly unlikely'' he'll return for a 20th NFL season, I detected the same, old puppy dog begging us to throw him a bone. So you know what? Let's just throw it.
Come back, Brett. Please, come back.
It used to turn my stomach to make such pleas, of course, having been nauseated so often by his diva-like waffling on his NFL status. Since March 2008, Favre has retired, unretired, retired and unretired, which means his next move is to retire. And he'll probably do just that, only to change his mind in August and unretire, though doing so with a strategic timetable that allows him to miss most of training camp. It would behoove him to avoid that approach this time, for all it will do is erode the widespread admiration he regained in his inspirational season with the Minnesota Vikings and turn him into the irritating mope who ticked us off with his wishy-washiness. I like very much the Brett Favre of 2009. I want to preserve that and watch him again in 2010.




